fresh like dead leaves

something new... something fresh, in a dead season
the green is turning to the autum crunch
and new york falling back to cleveland
coffee and cigarettes fallin back to textbook
cause the flannery o'conner so-co summer
is droppin- no falling, to a neil young cry all the way home postal service season
but were here- you and me
and two worlds are colliding, as we live our lives
the new rome getting ready for their november second
so it may be teer jerkin denim jacket season
but we got a world to win